Really, it's just a vent. Meds aren't working, and I can write this god-awful crap better if I pretend I'm talking to someone than if it's just on notepad or something...I can't keep up with journals...hell...I can't keep up with anything at all...

I have no job...I'm only 9 credit hours into college this semester, and I can't get more...I know that I did poorly last semester.

To all the people who I owe drawings or anything at all to: Just forget them. I'm not going to be able to. I can't draw shit and I have no follow-through, so you're better off just forgetting that you asked for them. There's no viable excuse that I can use at this point. There's no reason why I'm doing this badly at getting myself to draw, or get up in the morning, or do anything at all. I'm just messed up. I don't know why you people think I'm some prodigy. I don't know why you think I'm smart, or cute, or sweet. I'm a scatterbrain, I'm riddled with so many little stupid stupid stupid mistakes, and I'm not worth all the fucking trouble you all put yourselves through for my sake.

There's nothing more to see here, so don't worry about watching me any more.

I'm not sure if that's an idle threat, or if I intend to back it up, but I don't contribute any more, so does it even matter, really?